Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 373 - 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_2

Chapter 373: Chapter 81 Greed, You Are My Favorite Original Sin_2

"Magic Dispel Song?" The two masters glanced at each other, and both regretfully shrugged their shoulders.

We won’t rest until we are in the heart of the Sanggan River.

Knowing that the speed of Beamon’s sacrificial chants wasn’t anywhere near a mage’s casting speed, the ambitious mages once again used a scroll to summon a high-level and an intermediate magic spell and targeted the opposite shore.

This time Avril didn’t even bother to fend off the two spells herself, she just cast a "Turbulent Slash". Accompanied by the massive waves of the Sanggan River, the spell fiercely lunged at the two human mages.

The sacrificial magical beasts were not there for show. The Komodo War Behemoth and the Thunderbolt Lightning of the Velociraptors made the two mages realize a serious problem: Sub-dragon level Magical Beasts can only be resisted by mages with a guild title of Magic Teacher or above.

Although the magic used by the two Magical Beasts was not high-level, they could use instant magic, unlike mages who needed prolonged chanting for the spell to take effect.

In mid-to-long-range combat, apart from the spells used by Magic Teachers, Magic Tutors, and Saint Chiao mages which could debilitate the sub-dragon magical beasts, the other levels of magic could be overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of spells cast by the sub-dragon level magical beasts due to their speed advantage with instant magic.

Neither of the two masters had the skill level required to use grandmaster level or above magic, and thus they could only helplessly watch as their efforts came to no avail.

The destructive "Turbulent Slash" shattered the two masters’ magic shields instantly. If not for a group of mercenaries volunteering to shield them with their own battle shields, the two masters would have been injured to varying degrees.

At the reluctant summoning of Count Totti, the two proud grand mages ran to the river bank like they were fleeing. Since neither side could overcome the other, this battle between mages seemed to have ended on an underlying understanding.

Count Totti felt like crying at this point.

When they had set out from Dorott, they were a luxurious convoy comprised of three thousand mercenaries and raiders. Upon entering Félenth Kingdom, they lost an entire squad of gunmen, a squad of great swordsmen, and a squad of archers on the deadly steps of the Red Earth Highland. In addition to a Heavy Scythe-wielder and some Catapult and Crossbow operators who were burned to death by a large fire, and a Magic Teacher follower who was blown away by the terrifying Birdwing Crossbow Car, a conservative estimate would be that four hundred and fifty men had fallen before even crossing the river.

The terrible scenes in the Sanggan River didn’t even need to be mentioned. At least seventy or eighty mercenaries who didn’t know how to swim drowned. Those twenty some Hippo Warriors chucked out five axes each, killing at least a hundred and thirty or forty more people. They even managed to eliminate a Light Cavalry unit with about two hundred and fifty men and horses. The three hundred mercenaries who managed to scramble onto the northern bank were cleanly wiped out with the assistance of two Sub-dragon Priests, two Holy Temple Knights and a small team of Mammoth Cavalry, along with several hundred Bear Goblins, Gnomes and Ogres who suddenly showed up.

The hard-fought forty cavalrymen that had been teleported all ended up dead.

Currently, there are fewer than 1,600 men left in the entire slave hunting group. From the almost three thousand people when they set out, about half the force was gone in the blink of an eye.

Among the remaining personnel, besides the more than three hundred loyal knights of the Shalba family and their servant soldiers, who were completely intact, the greatest loss to the Shalba family was when a squad of slave hunters and over forty excellent scouts were crushed by the Hippo Warriors during the river crossing. The rest of the men suffered even more. Only fifty of the "Tornado" Mercenary Group’s Scythe-Wielders were left, both their squad leaders perished. The "Metal Rose" Mercenary Group suffered an even worse fate, both the regiment leader and the deputy leader died. On the southern bank, there were only the personal soldiers of the regiment leader, numbering around seventy, and three Light Cavalry squads, and three hundred wet Light Cavalrymen. For a medium-sized mercenary group of 1500 people, they were crippled in this conflict. The two mages, despite having backup from "Blood marrow," lost both their apprentices and all their followers, escaping in utter disarray.

"We’ve been duped!" Count Totti couldn’t help but stare at the Sanggan River, as he murmured this phrase repeatedly.

The opponents had two hundred strong slave warriors, twenty some Orc warriors, twenty-plus Hippo warriors, three hundred Gnome warriors and two hundred Vassal Clan warriors. Also, two Sub-dragon Priests and two Holy Temple Knights with a water mage, this level of power was enough to face the slave hunting group in a frontal battle.

But they chose strategy. Under their insidious strategy, Beamon had decimated half of the human slave hunting contingent at the cost of a meager casualty count and a burnt Red Earth Highland!

"How is it that I, an excellent graduade of the Holy San Francisco Empire Military Academy, have been unknowingly manipulated by a bunch of stupid Orcs? First, they held the fort in a strategically advantageous position, misguiding my thoughts, causing me to underestimate them and take risks. Then they used a marine force to attack me when crossing the Sanggan River. Who came up with this insidious strategy? Weren’t we the ones who came to ambush them?" The Earl kept thinking about this problem in his mind, the poor Earl was almost tormented to the point of madness.

Looking at the Sanggan River, an insurmountable natural barrier, the honorable Earl couldn’t help but sigh towards the sky.

"Priests! Why didn’t I bring any High Priests this time, only priests! If we had the holy spells of the High Priests, how could the evil aura of the Beamon Priests have wreaked such havoc on my cavalry! Why didn’t I bring enough Heavy Infantry this time! If we had Heavy Infantry, how could we have been held up for so long on the stairs of death by only eight Beamons! If my Catapult squad and Crossbow squad were still around, and if the geometrician Archimedes were alive, how could my two mages be made to personally cover for my landing infantry! Why didn’t I have any Magic Teachers? Sanggan River, why isn’t there a bridge over you?" Count Totti screamed "why" at the Sanggan River, drawing his sword and wildly slashing at the air.